What Time Forgot | Minsung

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A week had passed.

Minho had barely eaten anything. Small scraps from the floor that fell off of jisungs trays were the only things he dared to eat in the cell. However it was still not enough. Though he didn't think the amount of food on either tray was enough for two people. Minho had been freezing and starving for a week.

Jisung woke up the morning that marked a week since Minho.. was that his name? Had come to his cell.

A week since Jisung had put his guard up yet again. A week since his thoughts had only gotten louder and the voices had started screaming at him.

Minho and Jisung hadn't talked to each other in a week, and Jisung knew he had scared Minho from speaking. Knew he had scared him from eating and sleeping since he mostly slept during the day when he was awake. To avoid him, he was sure.

It was shower day, Jisung remembered. So it must be Sunday.

The prisoners showered once a week. Jisung had come up with a routine to do his laundry after he showered and it worked rather well in the shower. However wringing the clothes out after was a different story because it was difficult with such thick fabrics.

The clothes they wore were stiff and thick. They were dark black with a matching pants and tshirt. The socks they wore were regular socks, which surprised Jisung because everything now was made of a strange fabric that he couldn't even place.

Minho stirred in his sleep, groaning and sniffling as he did. Jisung looked over and what he saw intrigued him to say the least.

Minho was sweating immensely, his forehead shiny and slick with sweat. His body shivered and he was curled into a fetal position as his eyes were shut tightly.

Jisung stood and walked over to Minho, kicking him with his foot lightly to get him to wake up for a shower.

"Minho." Jisung deadpanned and kicked him harder.

Said boy's eyes opened as he looked up at Jisung slightly dazed and raised his eyebrows a bit as he stretched from his sleep, groaning as he moved his aching body.

"Shower." Jisung told him simply and walked over to his bed to start stripping the sheets off. Jisung tossed them on the floor as he climbed on the bed to grab his fitted sheet in the far corner.

That's when he felt the bed dip and saw Minho curl up in a spot with the blanket he had just thrown on the ground.

"Get up." Jisung grumbled and tried to push Minho off who only groaned

"Cold.." Minho said and sniffled through his obviously stuffy nose.

Jisung sighed and put his hand on Minhos forehead before pulling it away. He was hot to the touch, burning up with a high fever and obviously had some sort of cold running for him.

"Fuck." Jisung cursed and sighed.

The door to his cell unlocked and a mechanical voice that Jisung had heard once a week since he'd arrived announced that it was time for their shower and that they had thirty minutes to wash themselves and their clothes.

Reluctantly, Jisung picked Minho up. It was easy, considering the fact that all he did was mostly work out and stare out the window all day long.

Jisung nudged his door open, Minho groaning and moaning about the loss of such a comfy bed.

"Scary out here.." Minho mumbled as he was carried through the dim hallways. Jisung meandered through the long corridor, counting his steps that would lead him to the exact location of the shower stalls.